She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

It was a relationship with occasional moments of beauty, but one that had never found it's balance.

When you decide to hit rock bottom, humiliation is part of the deal.

She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

He was the sort of guy who took a lot without giving her anything back The more he hurt her the more desperately she loved him. Life's strange. Sometimes things happen almost as if we're punishing ourselves for some fault that we can't really identify.

In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children. It doesn't work like that today. Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love? I've no idea.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?